Imprisoned by the devil

Mu Li didn't know why he lost the consciousness of avoiding. He didn't feel disgusted by this person holding his face in both hands. On the contrary, some old memories came up one after another.

Just like now, this man will hold it with his full and powerful palm, and he will jokingly say "this short face is so nice, you can hold it with one hand" or something like that.

Now repeating the same movement, his heart was full of complications and struggles, he asked: "Li Yan, why are you so kind to me?"

Since he hated it to the bone, why did he use this kind of tenderness to touch his heart.

Li Yan seemed to be stunned. After wiping away his tears with his fingertips, he stopped, his eyes under the sword eyebrows glowed with a deep luster, "Then how do you want me to treat you, and still be as arrogant as before? I Can't do it."

He couldn't even do it, seeing his scars and bruises, but still being indifferent and hard-hearted.

"Li Yan, you make me more and more difficult to see through."

It was also because of this inability to see clearly that Mu Li became more and more uneasy.

Maybe Li Yan is still tender and tender in one second, but will turn back to cold-blooded and ruthless in the next second.

He slowly regained his 'normal' attitude, removed his face from the man's palm, wiped away the remaining tears in his eyes with the back of his hand, and said lightly: "Okay, just pretend you didn't see anything, and I'll take care of you too." Didn't say anything."

Li Yan half-opened his lips and hesitated to speak, but he didn't want to be too embarrassed to change so quickly, so he changed the subject nonchalantly, "Don't talk about it, come and eat, and then have a good sleep."

In the end, Mu Li compromised on the fact that his injuries were limited, so he could only let the man feed him food in a soft and soft voice. The pampering and tenderness shown both frightened him and made him linger.

In this way, he finished his meal in a tangled and ignorant manner, and it was already late at night, and he also fell asleep in a daze.

But halfway through, he faintly felt a scorching heat radiating from his face, and there was a rough touch, and then a layer of coldness suddenly appeared on his lips.

He wanted to open his eyes to see what happened, but his eyelids were so tired that he couldn't open them, and the deep sleep gradually occupied his trance consciousness.

This was also the night he slept most soundly, the first time in five years.

So when he woke up the next day, his spirit was much better, and the hanging needle had long since disappeared. Maybe the nurse came to pull it out halfway, but the slightly swollen back of his hand was unavoidable.

But he found that there was nothing around him, and he didn't see the figure of that person.

Oh, sure enough, if he knew that yesterday's play was performed by him, at least now he thinks that it is impossible for that person to guard him from the beginning to the end.

At this time, the door of the ward was suddenly opened, and a tall and beautiful woman walked in.

"Chuyin..." He tried to sit up on the bed, but Lin Chuyin quickly stepped forward to support him.

"Amu, are you better?" Lin Chuyin's thin voice was full of guilt and self-blame.

Seemingly seeing her depressed mood, he comforted her, "I'm much better, I've been fine for a long time."

He found that Lin Chuyin buried her head so low that it was almost buried in her chest. He wanted to hold her hand, but for some reason he didn't have the 'courage' to raise it.

"What's wrong, Chu Yin?"

After a while, I heard a voice without confidence in the silence: "I'm sorry, Amu, if you didn't save me, you wouldn't be like this. It's all my fault."

If it wasn't for her temper tantrum to break up with Mu Li, if it wasn't for her insistence on avoiding him, Mu Li would not have stopped that 'deadly' car for him without hesitation.

She clenched her hands tightly and bit her lip, feeling extremely guilty.

"I accidentally bumped into it myself. Besides, I was the cause of this incident. If you hadn't seen those, you wouldn't be so angry, and there would be no such accidents."

Thinking of this, the resentment towards the man suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart.

"But now that you are like this, you won't get better in a while, let alone go to see my dad." Lin Chuyin said the last sentence, each word gradually became smaller and smaller.

"You mean, Uncle Lin is back?"

"Well, he also said, I don't know what to do if he asks you to be a guest at home?"

"Just tell the truth that I accidentally had an accident. There is no way to hide it, because I can't see your father at all in this state." Mu Li pointed helplessly at his embarrassing injury.

"But, how will Uncle Mu explain?"

"Just explain what you want." It was a natural conversation between the two, but because of a male voice that suddenly popped out at this moment, the two of them trembled in shock.

This voice is very cold, very deep, and the eerie sharpness makes it easy for people to distinguish it.

And even if the voice was crushed and disassembled, Mu Li could still tell who it was, and his nerves tensed up again. He raised his eyes, and sure enough, he saw an ice sculpture with an iron face standing at the door.